and they would-knock you out if you got smart,hehe!
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If I asked my a parents a difficult question which they didn't know the answer to, they'd sometimes say, "God knows and he won't split".
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We had a 6'6" 275 lb ex CFL Lineman giving our swats in my junior high school in Manitoba, who, like your guy, used a heavy wooden paddleball paddle, with holes drilled in it to avoid wind resistance. He was very heavy for that position in the 1950s. He'd be a linebacker now. People who were "serviced" by him had to sit on pillows afterwards.
One of our shop teachers was an ex boxer,we thought that he was still punch drunk but we couldn't prove it,except that whenever the bell rang he would start-shadow boxing..needless to say that nobody got near that dude when the bell rang!
You know what? Overall I loved my teachers [[except Mrs. Gregory my Kindergarten teacher). They were generally good people that were severely under paid, but did a great job as far as I am concerned.
God bless em all.
Whenever my baby brother were especially ornery, Mom: " Keep it up! Imma send you to military school!"
Whenever I'd interrupt my father to ask for money while he was working on something in the garage or watching one of his programs, he'd go "If you don't get out of Dodge...." LOL!!!
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...yep,marv where did our youth go???
I too have the gift of long memory,and at this stage of life i use it more and more to get me through.
"Thanks for the memories. "
Let's flip it. This is what I've said to
my own kids - 'If you think you know more than Dad, you can leave now!'
I told one of my kids that years ago...she's still here-i shoulda kept my mouth shut,hehehe!!
Mom: "You want to wait until senior year of high school to cut class??!! Okay. Then here's what you do - since you want to jeopardize getting your diploma and walking with your class. You can leave NOW!
Remember asking mom for a favorite toy for christmas?and her reply-we'll see...you didn't bug her about it either!
"Uhh. Is the grass gonna cut itself?" "Gonna do something about that BO?" "Have you had a BM today?" Jer, Marv, I think you guys KNOW what the last two are about! And my doppleganger, "NativeNuYorker!! It's a NY mom thing.
Bump: My mom told us about one of her college professors who, during a lecture, told the class, "If you have any questions about any passages in the text, just put a little asterkis [sic] by it and see me." He kept repeating it. My mom deadpanned, "I thought, 'I'll give you MY asterkis if you don't learn how to pronounce 'asterisk.'";)
My mother [RIP Mom] won a contest on the radio. It was 2 tickets to see Yanni in Pittsburgh. So she told me & all the neighbors that she won 2 tickets to see Yoda.:rolleyes:
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When I was young, back in the late 1940s and through the early '50s, before normal people had TVs in their houses, comic books were one of our biggest evening or blizzard day entertainments. Almost all the kids read them - not just nerds.
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I can't believe that when we had this discussion I didn't mention my sadistic old Electronics teacher, who, at the beginning of the semester, would line up all the boys [[back then, the shops weren't coed), and give them electric shocks. I can't remember the voltage, but it was enough to really sting for quite a while afterwards. He really enjoyed that. He had an evil looking snicker on his face when each kid jumped in pain. Nowadays, a teacher would go to prison, and lose everything he owned in lawsuits, for doing such things. I think he lived for the first week of each class. He claimed that he did that for "safety" reasons, to "make sure we would understand just how dangerous dealing with electric fixtures and facilities is, and to always have that in the back of our minds. But, seeing his glee while seeing our pain told me a different story.
Reminds me of my shop teacher, Mr. Tracy. He was a genuinely good guy, who went the extra mile to give us credit even when we didn't quite do things right. He used to walk with a limp because he had several muscles stripped out of his leg for some reason or another. We all respected Mr. Tracy because he was a good guy, but also because he {along with vice-principal Brown and Mr. Kelly, the gym teacher} was known as one of the Big Three Swatters in junior high school. Mr. Kelly drilled holes in his paddle so it went faster and there was an urban legend about it whistling when he swung it.
Anyway, one day Mr. Tracy tried several times to get the boys to settle down because we were all ramped up and talking loudly about something from over the weekend. Finally, when the din was so loud he had to shout to be heard, he placed a small metal trashcan on a work table and hit it so hard with his paddle that it flew about 25 feet across the room. "WHACK!!!!"
He had our attention after that.
One of my Mom's favorite stories of me was from when I was about four years old. I was at the bathroom door, jumping up and down and begging my Dad to let me in.
"Take it easy," Pops said, nonchalantly from behind the door. "You still have dry pockets, don't you?"
"Yes!" I replied. "But they have holes in them!"
Lost my Pop almost a year ago and I miss him more than ever. He was deep into playing the Dozens with everybody that he came into contact with and one of his favorite opening lines when he saw somebody that he hadn't seen for awhile was to ask them "When did you get out?".
My cousin Guy's adult son stopped by a couple of years ago to see the folks and when Dad broke out his rude "hello", the response was "Oh, I've been out for a couple of months, now." :o
Hey jerry, isn't it amazing that when we were small it was-daddy but when we grew up it became[pop]which is what my adult kids call me.
Dad, Daddy, Pop, Pops, Papa... About the only one that I never used was "father", which was always way too formal for our family. I almost choked on my soda when my oldest brother visited from Lost Wages about 20 years ago and his kids were referring to him and his wife as "father" and "mother".
When I was on a bus today, I saw a child demand of his mother "I want to get off NOW". That reminded me that my dad would have replied "What you want and what you get are two different things."
Bump: Not her direct quote, but my mom owned a decorative pillow on which was embroidered, “Whoever said that money doesn’t buy happiness obviously doesn’t know where to shop.”